Inmate’s Death Investigated
State police and state Department of Correction (DOC) officials are investigating the circumstances surrounding the deat...
East Hill Woods Celebrates
 Ninth Anniversary
SOUTHBURY — East Hill Woods commemorated the official opening of its doors nine years ago by holding ...
Computer Group To Meet
DANBURY — Danbury Area Computer Society (DACS) will hold its next general meeting on July 11 at Danbury Hospital Auditorium a...
The Driver’s License: A Teenager’s Right Of Passage
By Andrew Rote
If you are being tailgated, what is the best thing to do? What does a...
Suburban Gardener—
Basil & The Backyard Herbalist
By Gerry McCabe
Ahhh, the scent of summer! Sweet basil leaves crumpled over freshly cut, juicy gar...
 Services for Newtown seniors are sponsored by the Commission on Aging and are available at the Multi-Purpose Building on Riverside Road in Sandy Hook. For mor...
Bound For The Rail Museum –
Preservationists Dismantle The Botsford Water Tower
By Jan Howard
A plan to dismantle the Botsford water tower, located ...
Lindsay Carley of Newtown, a 1999 graduate of Newtown High School, earned a varsity letter from the Eastern Connecticut State University women’s...
A dog begins his older years about the age of seven. Growing old is a process in dogs as well as people. However, the changes are not always as obvious in a dog...
Hello! My family has been doing this for years (since our now 16 year old was in Project Eagle at SHS). We have picked up over 30 bags of litter since the quarantine started. Kristy Davenport, paraeducator at SHS just picked up a ton of litter too! It is my hope that this is one of the many ways we can (again) take something tragic and horrible and use it to do some good. Thank you!
My name is Jack McAvoy, older brother of Joanne and Patricia McAvoy who lost their lives in an automobile accident 50 years ago on the date above. I wonder if any readers still remember two of the most wonderful sisters a brother could ever have, and I'll bet two of the nicest friends one could ever know. Joanne was 17, Patricia 15. I can't thank the Bee enough for posting this In Memoriam. As a regular reader of the "Way We Were" feature from my home in Pennsylvania, I wondered if any mention would be made of the accident as the sad anniversary approached. It was not (so far anyway), and I totally understood because that's probably not the place to recount such a tragic event. And then . . . then I clicked on Obituaries and saw that the precious memory of these dear girls is still alive in their hometown thanks to this newspaper with a heart. I am so moved. If anyone knew them, you would understand why. On the chance that a former classmate/friend might want to visit their grave site, they are interred in St. Rose Cemetery very close to the entrance. Take the road to the right just a little way and you'll find the headstone close to the road. If anyone reads this and remembers, I thank you for any kindness you might have ever done for them. Chances are they were kind to you as well. That's the way they always were. RIP, Joanne and Patricia. I love you both.
